Lisa and I met Pat for the 0655 DFW -> Denver. Pat's son Jimmy had traveled from Penn State to Baltimore last night and this morning BWI -> Denver (Warning, name dropping alert. Jimmy stayed with Pat's younger brother, aka "Dude", aka
Dennis McDonough). Upgraded the midsize SUV, which was not midsized at all but really small, to a full-size SUV, which is really mid-sized, because we couldn't fit skis luggage and bodies. Drove to Winter Park and unloaded Pat and Jimmy who were downhilliing today, which is well known to be a the slacker form skiing due to all the gravity and stuff. Lisa and I did the groceries and then headed to Snow Mountain Ranch.
It had been lightly snowing all morning and I was skating in 5-8cm of new snow. Luckily it was warm enough that it was slippery snow so easy to glide. However, the volume made sure I didn't glide to far. Eventually came across Lisa who was digging and trudging herself out of a snowfield. She was waist deep in powder. I asked her what she was doing and she said, "I made a mistake."
Then the snow and wind came in earnest and we had about 20min of almost white out (about 30m of visibility). I was in all lightweight clothing and my hands got painfully cold. To keep warm I would ski ahead of Lisa for a bit, then back, then ahead and back, etc. The snow eased a bit the last km but the wind was howling.
After I warmed up I got another jacket and dry gloves and went out to do battle a little more. Now there was an easy 10-15cm of snow and so not really great skating. However, I felt it was important to let the wind know that if I want to ski, I will ski, and that's that.
We have a condo at the Winter Park resort that is really nice. Jimmy is great cook. Life is good.